I'm leaving this place,
of crying and morn.
To start my life over,
and hopefully be re-born.

As I trot away on my horse,
and look back into the dawn.
I smile as a I see,
a doe and its fawn.

I'm looking for something,
it may be myself.
Maybe it's love, maybe it's power,
or maybe even wealth.

I haven't found it yet,
that's all that i know.
I think about it more,
as I gallop in the blistering snow.

As I gallop away into the storm,
I think of all the memories I've had.
The times with my friends, my love, my dad.

I try not to think about it,
because i know i can't turn around.
It seems like someone is calling me, but i don't hear a sound.

My horse's gallop slows,
as I pull back on the reins.
I know i must turn around,
and fight the horrible pain.

I know what I must do,
and I'm starting to turn back.
I have to fight the pain...
I have to attack.

My adrenaline runs high,
as I begin to go faster.
Hoping this won't end,
in one big diaster.

I know what I'm looking for now,
I'm looking to fight my fears.
I'm looking for the one,
who brought me down to tears.

I found him the next day,
He was standing in the mirror.
He looked shocked and confused,
with a smally sense of fear.

I don't know why I did it,
or why i ran away.
But I DID know what i had to do that day.

I fell asleep that afternoon,
never to wake up.
I didn't even think,
it all seemed so abrupt.

I learned my lesson that day,
As i was piled dead on a rack.
That lesson just happned to be,
to know when to turn back.
 
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